Kent clicks his tongue in sympathy and I look up at him, my eyes wide with regret. He just shakes his head at me. “It wasn’t a bad plan, Fay,” he murmurs, holding me tight. “You’re just…playing chess with the grand masters now. You’re kind of bound to be outmatched.”
I frown at him a little bit. “Are you suggesting that what I did in the months while you were in jail was easy?”
He shakes his head, his face perfectly serious. “Don’t accuse me of things I don’t mean just to get the upper hand, Fay,” he murmurs, and I sigh, realizing that…well, maybe I was doing that a little bit. “But your dad was…never a top tier player, even if he lucked into some of the right moves with Ivan’s help –“
“Took you out,” I mutter, a little bitter.
Kent gives a short laugh and shakes his head. “And you don
